Storm (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC, #8)

by Serena Akeroyd

You’re the kind of woman a man should worship. That he should get on his hands and fucking knees to serve. In my world, men don’t do that. But you deserve it. You deserve everything, and everything isn’t something I’m able to offer. For you, I’d try, but I don’t think you’ll ever notice me. Maybe that’s for the best.

I’d only triggered our separation because I wanted to break the old ways, wanted her to know that a woman didn’t have to take that kind of shit. That she could and should leave when a man wasn’t good enough for her. And Storm wasn’t. He really wasn’t. Even if he was my darn soul mate, that didn’t mean we were meant to be together. Soul mates didn’t get a free pass. They had to earn it. Personally, I needed self-respect more than I needed him to lie beside me in bed.

"You are perfection," I rasped. "You are everything that is beautiful in this world. You are a goddess," I snarled. "Don’t you dare ever say anything less in my presence."

but if I was Storm’s angel, then he was my devil. My temptation. A blessing and a curse. Who dared me to be bad. Who allowed me to be free.

"We all fuck up," I told him softly. "It’s how we fix our mistakes that defines us."

In the storm that was life, we’d be each other’s life rafts.